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Tall, Tatted and Tempting

January 11th, 2017
Author: Tammy Falkner     Series: The Reed Brothers #1

She’s locked up tight. But he might be the key.

Logan Reed is tall, tatted and tempting. Kit’s a woman with a mean right hook and a secret.

Kit wants a tattoo, but Logan sees more than she intends to share in the drawing of the tat she wants. He sees her in ways no one ever has.

Logan’s not disabled; but he hasn’t spoken in eight years. He hasn’t needed to. Until he meets Kit.

Logan doesn’t know everything about Kit. Kit doesn’t know anything about herself, until she has to sacrifice all she ever wanted to save what’s most important to him.

This book may contain explicit intimate scenes, so if you are not 18+ then I probably wouldn’t recommend it for younger readers.
My Review

I found this precious gem free on Amazon and let me tell you how glad I am that I did. You don’t come across many books that are free that introduces you to a handful of great characters and an all around great series. I absolutely loved every minute of it. Another reason I thoroughly enjoyed it was due to that the hero – Logan – was deaf. He wasn’t born deaf, he lost his hearing when he was 13 to due a high fever and hasn’t heart a sound since, plus nor has he uttered a word either – not that he can’t, he just chooses not too. I just found him very interesting and intriguing due to this character trait Tammy decided to give Logan, plus I’ve never read a bout a hero or heroine being deaf and using sign language and lip reading to communicate with someone. I find it fascinating to read about someone that is uniquely different than me or your average everyday hero that is usually written in books.

I shake out a new cigarette and light it, and I watch her walk away. She doesn’t look back. Her black bag is bouncing against her leg, and her guitar case is in her other hand. She hunches down against the wind. Does she own a coat? I wish I’d given her mine. I follow her. I can’t help it. I need to see where she’s going, or I won’t be able to find her again. Not to mention that her being alone in the night in the city scares the shit out of me. She’s not hard enough for this place or for these people. Yeah, she punched me in the face when she met me, but I have this overwhelming need to protect her. If I let her get away from me, I might not ever find out what that tattoo means to her, either.
“Why do I matter so much? What makes me different?” Now I’m dying to know. He shakes his head. “Tell me,” I prompt. “I’ve been locked in my own world for a really long time,” he says. “I have an excuse to keep people away, because of my disability. And then I saw your tattoo…” I turn his wrist over and trace my finger across it. He shudders at my touch, closing his eyes tightly. “And I felt like maybe, just maybe, we were each locked in our own little worlds and could let each other out.”

I love how Logan and Emily meet within the first couple pages of reading. Sometimes I get a little impatient for the first initial meeting of the hero and heroine to take place, so them meeting so soon was pleasing. As they first meet at Reed’s Tattoo shop, Logan hits on her – he is known to be a horn dog but when he meets Emily, things change – she rejects his attentions, punches him in the nose, causing it to bleed, and flees the shop. Now talk about an introduction of the hero and heroine! What a way to get the heroes attention! Emily leaves behind her drawing of the tattoo that she wanted, which Logan finds. By looking at the sketch, he is intrigued by her and can sense she is hurting, so he has his older brother Paul tattoo him with her tattoo, but with subtle changes. He decides he must find her, to discover what she’s about, which not long after, he finds her playing her guitar in the subway for money. He discovers she is homeless – living out of shelters – so he tells her she can stay with him and his brothers. Having a bit of trust issues, she is reluctant to say yes, so Logan throws her over his shoulder with her Betty Boop underwear clad rear in the air for all to see back to his apartment where Emily meets Logan’s brothers Paul, Matt, Pete, and Sam.

He lives with his brothers. Shoot. I’m not going to an apartment filled with men I don’t know. “I can’t,” I say, but he rolls his eyes at me. Then he bends at the waist and drives his shoulder very gently into my midsection. He hefts me over his back like I’m a sack of potatoes. I’m still holding on to my guitar, and I knock him against the backs of his legs with it. I could be screaming at him right now, and he would have no idea. I can’t talk to him. I can’t tell him to put me down. He carries me like that up four flights of stairs, and he’s huffing a little when we get to the fourth floor. I expect him to keep climbing, but he doesn’t. He stops and opens a door, and we’re suddenly in a hallway. My struggling has ceased because it’s no good. He can’t hear me. He can’t respond. So, I brush my hair out of my face with one hand and try not to drop my guitar with the other. He opens a door and steps inside, closing it behind him. Four men turn to look at me, flopped there over his shoulder. I’m turned to face them as he closes the door, so I wave. What else can I do? The one I met at the tattoo parlor gets to his feet. “Who’s that?” the biggest one asks. The tattoo guy bends over to look in my face. “Shit, Logan, that’s the girl who clocked you.” The other men get up and walk over, too. One of them says, “Dude, she’s got Betty Boop on her panties.” I can’t even reach back to cover my ass. Logan lowers me to my feet. I stumble as he sets me upright, when all the blood rushes back from my head. He reaches out to steady me, and he smiles.
She laughs. I wish I could hear it because it’s probably the most beautiful sound in the world. It’s not often I wish I could hear again because I can do almost anything I want. But right now, I wish I could hear the sound of her laughter.

Emily is a bit like Logan, she leads a tough life due to her severe case of dyslexia. She has to work twice as hard than a a normal person to read just a mere sentence. Her father doesn’t fully understand nor accepts her condition, thinking she is just lazy which leads to a falling out and her running away to New York where she can play her music. She is extremely gifted with her guitar, always amazing anyone whom listens. Music is her outlet, the only thing that makes her feel free.

I look down at it, and the words blur for me. I try to unscramble them, but it’s too hard. I shove the board back toward him. He narrows his eyes at me and scrubs the board clean. He writes one word and turns it around. You, it says. He points to me. I point to myself. “Me?” He nods and swipes the board clean. He writes another word and shows it to me. “Can’t,” I say. He nods and writes another word. He’s spacing the letters far enough apart that they’re not jumbled together in my head, but it’s still hard. My lips falter over the last word, but I say, “Read.” Then I realize that I just told him I can’t read. “Wait! I can read!” I protest. He writes another word: Well. He knows I can read. Air escapes me in a big, gratified rush. “I can read,” I repeat. “I can’t read well, but…” I let my words trail off. He nods quickly, as though he’s telling me he understands. He points to me and then at the board, moving two fingers over it like a pair of eyes, and then he gives me a thumbs-up. My heart is beating so fast it’s hard to breathe. I read the damn words, didn’t I? “At least I can talk!” I say. I want to take the words back as soon as they leave my lips, but it’s too late. I slap a hand over my lips when his face falls. He shakes his head, bites his lip, and gets up. “I’m sorry,” I say. I am. I really am.
“Don’t underestimate your own value, dummy,” he says. I stiffen. I hate that word. Absolutely hate it. He stiffens when I do. “What?” he asks. “What’s wrong?” “Don’t ever call me a dummy, Logan,” I say, my teeth grinding together so hard they hurt. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” he rushes to say. He takes my face in his hands, holding it tightly as he looks into my eyes. “I didn’t mean it.” He chuckles, but there’s no mirth in the sound. “It’s a term of endearment in our family. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Really, I didn’t. I don’t think you’re stupid. You have a learning disability, but you’re not stupid. I know that.” I wish I knew it. He sounds so sure about it. “It’s all right,” I say, but I’m already pushing back from him. “Don’t pull away from me,” he warns. That makes me laugh. “I’m not the one who’s always pulling away, Logan,” I remind him. I push him back again, but he’s not having any of it. Suddenly, his hands clutch my bottom, and he hoists me up onto the bathroom countertop. “Forgive me,” he says. I nod, and he kisses the corners of my eyes where tears have formed. That word hurts me. It always has. And it was the final straw that made me leave my parents’ house. That word and others like it—I’ve heard them for too long.

Aside from meeting Emily and Logan, you are introduced to all of the Reed brothers – all eventually get their own book – whom are laugh out loud hilarious. The conversations that goes on between the brothers is comical and very believable that you can tell they are definitely are true brothers.

He pulls on my hands until I stand up. Then he bends and tosses me over his shoulder and spins in a circle. I scream, covering my eyes. I know he won’t drop me but still. He runs around, and Sam and Pete chase us. Pete—or Sam. I still can’t tell them apart— slaps my butt. I flail around, trying to reach out and grab him, but Logan is running with me over his shoulder. He spins, holding tightly to my legs. I cover my eyes and squeal, but I know he can’t hear me. I hit Logan on the butt, but he pays me no mind. Suddenly, he stops and starts to lower me down his body. I slide along him slowly, my body contours rubbing against his until my feet hit the ground. “Hi,” he says quietly. He signs it, too, but his free arm is around me, holding me against him. “Hi,” I say, and I sign it just like he did. Then I smack his chest. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“Throw me the ball,” I say. Sam looks at me like I’m nuts, so I say, “What? Are you afraid to play with a girl?” He smiles and hurls the ball at me. I take off running with it cradled in my arm. Logan runs after me, but I’m faster than any of them expected. Just before I reach the bench Matt’s sitting on, Logan snakes an arm around my waist, swinging me around. While he holds me tightly, Sam wrestles the ball from me. “That’s cheating!” I scream. “Cheating is allowed!” Sam yells back. “In whose rule book?” I ask, stamping my foot. “What rule book?” Matt says with a chuckle. He hefts himself to his feet. “Me and you against them?” he says. He grins at me. “We can take them any day,” I say, throwing my arms around him. He squeezes me gently and sets me away from him. He rubs my head, messing my hair all up. Logan runs down the field, and I chase him. He turns to catch the ball Sam throws, and as soon as he has it, I tackle him. I hit him as hard as I can. He stumbles with me holding his shirt until I can wrap around his legs. He goes down like a big oak tree falling. He lies on his stomach, but he’s smiling at me. I climb on his back and sit on him, plucking the ball from his grip. I hold it in the air and cheer, flailing my feet wildly. He lets me sit there on top of him for a minute as his breath heaves in and out under me. But then he upends me. He rolls me under him. “You cheated,” he says. His hands hold my wrists in a strong grip. “There’s no rule book, remember?” I giggle when he tickles beneath my ribs. “Stop!” I cry. He looks into my eyes. “I think I might be falling in love with you,” he says softly. My breath catches. “Yeah, me too,” I say. He smiles and gets to his feet, tugging me up beside him. His face is flushed, and he’s grinning. “If you two are done playing lovey-dovey,” Matt yells, “we have a game to win.” He waggles his eyebrows at me.

Emily bonds with each brother – all treating her like a sister – but out of all the brothers, she really bonds with Matt. He is sick throughout most of the book due to him having cancer. It is never stated what type of cancer he was, which I would of liked to know, whatever it is, is aggressive to treatments, hardly responding to anything. Throughout the book ,he gets weaker and weaker, coming to a point where you don’t know if he’ll make it or not. Emily doesn’t want anything to happen to him, so she makes a selfless decision – sacrificing her and Logan’s relationship to help him.

“Do you always wake up so sweet?” I ask. She’s like cotton candy in my arms. She smells soft and clean, and she’s not shoving me away. “I’m not awake yet,” she says. She spins over in my arms, facing away from me. My forearm is under her head and her bottom is tucked against my groin. Her head is beneath my chin, and I can’t see her face anymore. But I doubt she’s talking. She’s soft in my arms, and her breath rushes out of her open mouth with every exhale, searing my forearm with every breath. The bottoms of her feet are cold against the tops of mine, so I pull the blanket over us both, tucking it around her and throwing it over our feet. I don’t want to let her go, but I know I need to get up. I need to go back to the couch. I close my eyes and brush her hair down between us. She lets me wrap around her, and I’m willing to pretend she’s still asleep. Will it hurt to stay there? I keep holding her. I’ve never had a girl sleep the whole night in my bed before. Ever. I’ve never woken up with someone. I’ve never wanted to. Until now. I settle my arm around her waist. I’ll just stay a few more minutes.
“What are you reading?” I ask. He looks down at it and tells me the title. “Will you read it to me?” I ask. He lifts his head long enough to look at my face and finds that I’m serious. I can learn. And I love books. I just can’t read them. I have an amazing memory. “Start at the beginning?” I look up at him with a smile. He turns to page one and begins to read. I settle against him, wrapping my arms around his chest, snuggling as tightly against him as I can. And he reads. His voice is strong and sure, and he reads long into the night, long after he’s yawning, because I don’t want him to stop. When he finally lays the book to the side, I roll toward him and he turns to face me. He tucks me beneath his chin, and I can hear his heart beating in his chest. “When you’re ready for what I want,” he says, “let me know.” I’m ready. I’m ready now. But I’m not ready for the same thing he is. I nod against his chest, and he heaves a sigh. His lips touch the top of my head, soft as a whisper. […] My heart clenches inside my chest when I realize that he hasn’t used his voice in eight years, but he spent hours last night reading to me.

I loved every bit of this book, from the start to the very ending, Logan’s deafness, the brothers, their hilarious shenanigans, Emily’s dyslexia, and even her selfless decision. In my opinion, everything was just great, I wouldn’t change a thing about it. If you love a group of rowdy rambunctious brothers whom are cover in tats that loves each other furiously and would do anything for family, then I suggest you give it a try. It won’t disappoint you and it will make you want to read Paul, Matt, Pete, and Sam’s stories as well.

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